The world takes out its blade
And whittles away
On all that you do
On all that you say
Pared to the bone are you
Naked without cover
All of your dignity stripped away
Nothing is left in the souls bay
Sometimes though its blades
Are ***** and dull
As it whittles you
Into something you're not
The disfigurement of you
At the cruel knife's behest
Where a lasting scar
Stays ingrained in your breast
You find you slowly bleed out
From what you once were
Beginning to end
Carved up by the world
The redeemable pieces of yourself are pasted together
To go forward with the tools of hope
The spirit within is broken
But in this life you find a way to cope
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
The world takes out its blade
And whittles away
On all that you do
On all that you say
Pared to the bone are you
Naked without cover
All of your dignity stripped away
Nothing is left in the souls bay
Sometimes though its blades
Are ***** and dull
As it whittles you
Into something you're not
The disfigurement of you
At the cruel knife's behest
Where a lasting scar
Stays ingrained in your breast
You find you slowly bleed out
From what you once were
Beginning to end
Carved up by the world
The redeemable pieces of yourself are pasted together
To go forward with the tools of hope
The spirit within is broken
But in this life you find a way to cope
Another collaboration with my friend from down under!
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